[Verse]
I'll sing a song of the bravest men,
That famous fighting unit from Armagh,
They are the men from Crossmaglen,
Among the bravest Irelands ever saw.

[Chorus]
And in Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the Brits out cry,
It will be those fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Verse]
At night you'll hear bazookas roar,
Armalites are heard across the land,
The IRA, their spirits soar,
They know the reckoning has come to hand.

[Chorus]
And in Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the Brits out cry,
It will be those fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Verse]
Those British scum, well, they do fear,
Never again they'll see their cursed shores,
Because they know that they'll pay dear,
The RA will even Ireland's bloody score.

[Chorus]
And in Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the Brits out cry,
It will be those fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Verse]
We'll not give up, until we're free,
Until Ireland's out of British hands,
We'll never rest, until we see,
Britannia's rule driven from our land.

[Chorus]
And in Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the Brits out cry,
It will be those fighting men from Crossmaglen,
Yes, it will be those fighting men from Crossmaglen.